^^ No joke there sister. O.K, she's pretty dang hot, but bring it down a notch. Just imagine her at Chevys mexican restaurant. She eats a few bean burritos, drinks two pitchers of margarita's, tries to sober up with a line of coke, goes home, passes out, but wakes up an hour later with a shart. She stumbles into the bathroom, leaving little brown snail trails as she walks, sits on the pot and drops a wet fart-filled crap noisy enough to drown out the explosion at Hiroshima. She drunkenly goes to wipe her stinking crack, but grips the TP the wrong way and gets it all over her hand. (HEY WE'VE ALL DONE IT) Neglecting to finish the wipe job, she stands up and stumbles back to her room, slip-sliding on the previously deposited shart material. Flopping on the bed, her groggy husband wakes up from a hot dream that revolved around Poolqt and frootyhooty making kissieface feel like a baaaadddd girl. In a state of horniness he starts to go down on her only to discover something resembling the smell of a tiajuana dive bars mens room. He sniffs, retches on her clam and exclaims UGZ...this is MYSTIFYING! (like that on shitlooker?)

Man what an imagination.You should sit down, let that brain run wild and get yourself published. They have some good comics out there that only need a good writer. Of course you'll forget all about us on crazyshit once you get famous. Well for now your stuffs a freebee.